Food for thought

I've been thinking about what kind of person Libby will grow up to be; I mean she's going to be rad that I know (she has me for an aunt after all).
But I wonder, after being bombarded for the past five months with Sinead O'Connor, Sarah McLachlan, the Beatles, David Bowie, Alanis Morrisette, K's Choice, the Cranberries and Garbage... I wonder if she'll grow up thinking too early if all women sound as angry as her auntie and the music she listens to.

Just some food for thought